Disclaimer: Somewhere over the rainbow, I own the Spirited Away DVD. But really, they all belong to Hayao Miyazaki.
It wasn't always his eyes that she remembered him by, like most people thought. True, they were the most prettiest eyes she'd ever seen; emerald-green eyes sparkling with life as he stared down at her, or the dullest jade when he was morose. Not to mention, he did have the most feminine eyebrows ever, but that only made him the person that he was.
However, that wasn't it. 'Okay, fine,' she thought to herself. 'Maybe it was.' But it wasn't always the eyes, what she absolutely loved about him were his hands. She, herself, had short, stubby fingers, in comparison to his, which didn't quite go together. His were long, slender... delicate, yet so strong at the same time.
Truth was, she needed something something tangible to hold on to. Yes, his brilliant green eyes were amazing to look at and always managed to hold her gaze for what seemed like eternity, but it wasn't enough. She could just hold onto his hand and never let go. If she felt him slipping through his fingers, she would just hold on tighter.
'Yes,' she decided as she slipped her tiny hand through his. She'd never let go again.
A/N: Written way back in April. Please forgive me for not posting for so long. I have been very busy school, and will hopefully be able to get back into the flow of things soon. Mm, and feedback is muchly appreciated, thank you.